Sad Bakugou Oneshots

Once Had Friends

It doesn't feel right and it doesn't feel fair

When I'm planning to move on and you're still standing there

Don't wanna keep a secret but I don't

know how to keep it fair, yeah."

I'm a ruin;; MARINA

TWs! Cheating

Sunken Ships! KiriBaku

Trudging through the condo's door. The low volume of a sports match from a TV left on. It smells odd, unclean. Like stale chips and a dense cloud of dust. It never would have smelled that way if Katsuki could do something about it. He can see jeans flat against the carpet leading into the living room. Kirishima's hopefully. Mustering up his strength as he stares through the house, one he hasn't entered for a whole month. Way longer than normal. He listens close for voices, but can't catch any except the loud sports narration.

For a moment, there's peace. A sudden loss of logical thought producing so much bliss as he looks at a couch he knows by heart, and a carpet he helped pick, Katsuki almost wants to cry, but he's cried enough. The last of his peace walks out though, the same moment Kirishima walks in, clad in nothing but a T-Shirt that goes down to his thighs, and hopefully boxers underneath. He leaves through the kitchen, a kitchen with enough walls Katsuki couldn't have seen him, and then he stops on the other side of the living room. Gaping.

'Kat—'

'I'm here to get my things,' Katsuki's own voice sends a shock through him, he never thought he could sound that cold to anyone. Especially not Kirishima. The shock is the last thing he feels though, as if staring at Kirishima, so messed-up in a month, stops his head. A long awkward moment passes, Kirishima trying to find words, but it ends when Katsuki's hand clasps the handle of his wheeled baggage resolutely.

'Are you going?'

'I'm not staying.'

'Katsu—'

'Bakugou,' Katsuki corrects, 'it's Bakugou.' He tugs his luggage, and begins his walk down the slim hallway. First thing when you enter, other than the living room that is. The weird smell dies behind him, and he hears and feels Kirishima coming up behind. Racing towards him, and Katsuki lets it happen. He doesn't turn away, he anticipates it. He's disgusted with himself when he enjoys how Kirishima grabs his wrist and pulls him still.

'Please listen to me!'

'How did the feeds find out before I did?'

'Sweetheart, darling, honey...' Kirishima murmurs below his ears. A revolting shudder leaps down Katsuki's spine, yet he can't help the small enjoyment beside it. Kirishima's other hand grabs his shoulder and tugs him into his chest, where he feels insignificant rather than safe. Still, he releases the luggage with every bit of mind. Their cheeks are touching and the smallest turn would end up with a kiss. 'Can we talk...?' The hand on his shoulder slips down to clasp his hand.

Katsuki doesn't say a word, but Kirishima goes on, pleading, 'I missed you so much. So much, Katsuki. I couldn't even believe it. I love you. So much it hurts. You can't go. Please. We have to talk.' He babbles as if he might kiss Katsuki any moment, but the thought or feeling of it is just enough Katsuki cripples, shoving from Kirishima and fighting to get away from him.

The only thought that comes with a kiss from his husband, is the photo of Kirishima kissing Tetsutetsu. That damn, steel-headed moron.

Nausea overwhelms him, until he's clutching the floor as if it were carpet. Heaving out his stomach as if there was anything in the first place until he's dribbling a little pond of spit beneath him, tears rushing down his face, and head clouded. 'Don't—'

'Are you okay? Katsuki—'

'IT'S BAKUGOU! DON'T TOUCH ME!'

The quiet is eerie. It doesn't last long, because Kirishima chokes out a single sob. A sob so undeserved and unjustified, the budding enjoyment within him crinkles to an overtaking bitterness, 'I'm sorry—'

'Shut up,' Katsuki seethes, pulling himself up, 'how did the feeds find out before me?'

'I'm sorry—'

'Answer me! How fucking long?!'

Kirishima hesitates, a resigned sob escapes, 'I just... it wasn't long. It was the only time I did it! You were just busy, we argued, and Tetsutetsu was right there so I—'

'Ruined everything.'

The weirdest part is how he can't sympathize. Sure, Katsuki needs those stupidly muscular arms to engulf him, but he also agrees he'd die of disgust if that were to happen. How could he crave and hate something so goddamn badly at the same time? Even as Kirishima's sobs crescendo to wails, and gasps of apology, he can't care. Why can't he care? He's always cared. Every single thing Kirishima did met with Katsuki's infinite care. The love between them was as strong as eight hundred steel cables melted into one.

So why can't he feel anything? Not even love. Just plain disgust, senseless craving, and hurt. So much hurt it's overwhelming. So much disgust whenever he closes his eyes to do so much as blink, he sees his husband kissing another man. And when he opens his eyes, all he can think of is the whole world knowing before he did.

'I love you.' The words hurt more than soothe, 'I love—'

'Don't say it again.' Katsuki thinks that's all he wants to say, but he can't help but spew a new addition, 'don't say anything to me. Ever again. I hate you.' Katsuki's so convincing even he believes his own words.

All while the stupid sports match plays in the background.

'I have to get my stuff,' Katsuki manages, even when Kirishima's crying harder than a floodgate. He loved him so much. A part of him almost considers wiping those tears off and watching the stupid sports match with him as if nothing happened. Key word being almost. He turns around, clasping his baggage, which had been tossed aside in the heat of the moment.

'Please don't leave me like this,' Kirishima begs, in a voice that would have been heartbreaking if what he did was any smaller.

Then, Katsuki tugs his luggage, leaving him exactly like this.

Words;; 1036